Long as it wins nothin' can touch some of them blooded boys.

But let 'em go under the wire second, maybe jest because they's packing twenty pounds too much weight, and they're never any good any more.

Any second-rater can lick 'em.

I lost five hundred iron boys on a hoss that laid down like that." "All of which means," suggested Nash, "that Sandy has been licked ?" "Licked?
No, he ain't been licked, but he's been plumb annihilated, washed off the map, cleaned out, faded, rubbed into the dirt; if there was some stronger way of puttin' it, I would.

Only last night, at that, but now look at him.